Anyone who knows me personally knows I love to plan things. Almost more than actually doing things. I’m an expert goal and executer. I love having complete creative control. Because I’m a control freak. With trust issues. 🌚🤷🏼♀️
A month before the party, I made a list of recipes that I wanted to use from Pinterest. Wrote down the ingredients. Added said ingredients to a Walmart online pickup order in the app. After revising my pins for decor, I wrote down mini projects and the supplies I’d need for those. Then listed the websites featuring items I would need at the best prices and created an amazon wishlist to keep it organized.
In the back of my mind I knew there was a big probability of not many if any people coming. My friends are either frenemies or unreliable. And I don’t show up to most anything either because previously due to my own anxiety. So I can’t be upset about people having their own issues or lives beyond me. That being said I still wanted to give as much effort as everyone showing up. I hate doing things half assed.
I had cooked for two days breaking it up so that I wouldn’t be overwhelmed on the day of. The day of I just made the turkey and the appetizers. Two hours before the party we decorated the apartment dining room. My mom came over and we let the kids play pool and help with decoration making. I wasn’t stressed until we had issues hanging balloons due to the weight of the wire that gathered them. So we used string to create a better way to distribute the weight further away from the wall. All was good.
The guests arrived from 7-815pm. Shelby & Shawn brought drinks curating a fall drink list to rival the hottest craft cocktails. Sadly I wasn’t drinking. And we actually only had Capri sun as a mixer. But I did bring a cocktail shaker and had fun runnning around shaking up icy shots.
Next came Justin & Jenny arriving fashionably late on motorcycle. I’m always a little extra excited to see Justin because I never see him anymore and I used to have such a good time with him. Besides family, for a long time he was the only constant guy in my life that seemed to listen to me at all.
Jenny brought her Polaroid and took cute pictures of everyone which was so nice. I tried to go around and be a good host, which is my least favorite part of having a party. But in this instance it was more authentic because I liked everyone there very much. At the very end Megan arrived having drove all the way from Sulpher Springs where she has moved to. Quickly the party started to dissolve. People had work and ate too much. I started to worry I did something having never thrown a party that ended at dinner. Or at the first location. Not my first sober hosting party though but definitely the first not to end in numerous fights from guests.
I mostly feel far removed from my feelings regarding others. But at this time I do feel really lucky to have people that care about me enough to show up. I feel like I’ve been pretty alone for a long time now. I’m just now making an effort to show those around me that I care. So all in all, a successful Friendsgiving.